eros the bittersweet

darkness

at the fortress of worthless
dreams, tracing the
steps you left behind
lured by the scent
of your disguised
belief
and summoned
to senselessness
by your absent faith
the fallen resurrects
to hunt for light
and make the darkness
bleed as another
sunset forgets how
it all began.

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anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.